Oh well.

In the interest of keeping it real, I present to you a parenting fail and Whit's dinner last night. Ben and I are both sick and panicked. Oh well.

And I'm still sickly. The worst part is trying desperately to keep Whit from catching it. Blow nose/wash hands/take off rings/lotion/repeat. And now I really don't have the energy to shower quickly before he wakes in the morning. So I'll remain yucky until Ben gets home from work. And the house will remain unclean until I get better. Oh well.

Keeping it Real: Bathtime

Yup. Because sometimes there's too many dirty dishes and my back hurts too much to use the bath tub.

Dear Lord,

Please help me to be a good mother. I just want to be a good mother to Whit. I'm so mad/upset/sad that I get upset with him when he cries. It's not his fault! I wish I was good enough that he never had to cry. But maybe that's impossible. Maybe babies are always going to cry at some point. And I want to be a good mother, not for the sake of being good at it. Mothering is not a competitive sport. But I just want him to have a good childhood. I want to not screw this up for him. Lord, please help me to be a better mother. And please help me grow a longer fuse. With my child and my husband.

Thank you,
Ashley